30. Sam

My heart was racing as I watched Cameron blush under my heated appraisal. He looked goddamn sexy in nothing but that tiny black mesh jockstrap and matching black collar, a choker I'd procured online a few weeks back. Our dynamic wasn't full Dom and sub, so I hadn't ever expected to officially collar him, but I found the sight of him in the accessories I made him wear incredibly arousing.

I lifted his chin with my finger until his gorgeous blue eyes met mine. "You are to follow my instructions exactly, boy, you hear?"

Cameron swallowed hard, nodding.

"I expect you to answer when I ask you a question, boy."

"Yes, Daddy."

"Good boy." I resisted pulling him in for a hug because that would break the scene. "You are to stay behind me as we enter the club. Keep your eyes down. You may speak whenever you'd like, but I expect you to address me respectfully."

"Yes, Daddy."

I nodded my approval. "Excellent, just like that." I allowed myself a small smile. "You look beautiful tonight, boy. You're stunning for Daddy."

That blush intensified. "Thank you, Daddy."

"Let's be on our way." I turned abruptly, taking a breath before stalking into the living room, where I'd pushed the coffee table aside, lit a fire, and planted a chair at the front of the room, just to the side of the TV, facing the couch. I'd cued up a video on the screen, which was currently paused at the perfect spot.

Stopping abruptly, I felt Cameron nearly crash into me before he caught himself. Because I was still facing away from him, I allowed myself a smirk before schooling my features and turning around.

"Now, boy, you will do as I command tonight. All these men here have their eyes on you, but you belong to me alone, don't you, boy?"

His cheeks were glowing, and I loved that he was so into this scene. "Yes, Daddy. I'm only yours. Always."

God, such a perfect answer. "Good boy. I say we let these men look as much as they'd like, but only my hands can touch that sexy body. Would you like that, boy? Do you like being on display in front of everyone?"

He swallowed visibly, nodding. "Yes, Daddy, I do. And I want to be so good for you."

"Oh, boy, you will be. I'm certain of that. And if you're not, well, that's what discipline is for." I let a devious smirk turn up my lips, and his eyes widened, just a little. If I wasn't so unwilling to share him with others, I might have had to find a club and reenact this scenario exactly. As it was, this role play was enough. And it was goddamn hot.

I walked over to the couch and tossed a cushion on the floor in front of it. "Kneel here, boy, while we enjoy the show."

His brow furrowed, but he did as instructed, and once I'd settled into the couch with him between my legs, I reached for the remote and pressed play.

Over the past few months, Cameron and I had been exploring our kinks together using a wide variety of porn. We had our favorites, but today, I wanted something a little different. Something we might actually see at a kink club like the one we were pretending to patronize today.

The video I'd found was perfect. It even looked like the actors were on a stage.

I glanced down at Cameron as the scene began and smiled. His eyes were glued to the TV, his mouth open just a little. Confident he was ready, I adjusted in my seat, wincing at the plug in my ass as I turned my attention back to the screen.

Three men stood on a stage. One man was large, muscled, and wore leather pants, a harness, and heavy black boots. He stood to the left of what appeared to be a spanking bench of sorts, but one built to accommodate two people side-by-side. Two subs, as it were, because the two twinks on the right were dressed the part.

The subs wore matching jocks in white, thin strips of fabric that barely covered their hard cocks. They were facing the audience with their hands clasped behind their backs, much like Cameron had been standing in the kitchen, waiting for me. That thought alone had my dick craving attention.

"You boys have been naughty, haven't you?" came from the screen, and I heard Cameron gasp. Given the video's description, I'd suspected this scene would be similar to the one that had prompted us to get into bed that first night we were together, and I was right.

The subs were nodding. "Yes, Master."

Master reached behind him and pulled out a crop, tapping it on his palm. Two pairs of eyes shot wide at the sight. "And what was your infraction, boys?" He nodded to the one closest to him. "You first."

He swallowed once before answering. "You found us making out in bed."

Master raised an eyebrow. "And?"

The other boy spoke. "And we were rubbing each other, getting each other off."

Master nodded, his gaze piercing. "Were you allowed to touch each other?"

Both subs shook their heads, answering in unison, "No, Master."

The bigger man nodded, stepping forward to tap that crop against the bench now. "And you know when you break the rules, you are punished. Is that correct?"

Again, the subs answered in unison. "Yes, Master."

Master froze, staring them down. "And what punishment do you receive for touching without permission?"

The boy on the far right answered quickly. "Twenty swats, Master."

Master eyed the other boy. "Is that right?"

He quickly nodded. "Yes, Master. Twenty swats."

The Dom took another step toward them, even with the edge of the dual spanking bench now. I reached down, placing a hand on Cameron's shoulder, my fingers brushing his collarbone so I could better feel his reactions. He was already tense as he anticipated what was coming next, and I grinned. "Hm, I think you are both right. But that's for your first infraction. And this has happened before, hasn't it?"

"Yes, Master," they mumbled together.

"Sounds like you were both trying to minimize the punishment you knew you deserved. So here's how we'll rectify that. First, you'll both get twenty swats with the crop on your bare ass. Then, because you seem to like touching each other so much, I think I'll have you edge each other several times. Whoever gets the other to the edge first will earn five swats, and the other boy will get ten. We'll keep going until I say we're done. And no coming, boys, none at all. You have to earn that. And I don't think you have, do you?"

"No, Master," they dutifully replied.

"Good. On the bench. Now."

I looked down at Cameron again, seeing that his eyes were wide. I could practically feel him vibrating as I paused the video. "No coming for you, either, boy," I growled out, and Cameron's head whipped around to me. I just smirked. "You have to earn that, too."

He danced in his seat a bit, his expression tight as he struggled to follow my order. I squeezed his shoulder, close to his neck, to encourage him. Nearly a minute later, he finally calmed down.

"Good boy."

He smiled up at me, his whole face lighting up.

"Now, let's see what happens next."

Cameron turned back to the TV, and I pressed play again. I hadn't watched this scene yet, but I'd seen enough similar videos to know where this was going. And I was so fucking here for it.

The subs turned, their naked asses facing the audience. Neither of them were as sexy as Cameron, but shit, seeing a sub laid out with his bare bottom ready to be painted red was hot as fuck.

I adjusted my dick in my pants, a packer I'd already strapped on in preparation for what I had planned for later. It had a pump that I could use to quickly harden my dick, and I felt goddamn powerful in it. Just adjusting it while I was turned on was incredibly euphoric.

Plus, it was Cameron's favorite.

As we watched the subs take their time climbing on the bench, I reached for the nipple clamps I'd hidden behind a pillow to my right. Without a word, I leaned forward, trailing both hands down Cameron's chest. He jumped, gasping.

"Stay still, boy," I commanded, and my sweet Cameron did as he was told, his eyes still trained on the subs on the screen.

I worked his nipples to hardened nubs while the subs on the stage were strapped down by their Master. Anticipation building, I reached for the first clamp and fastened it on my boy.

He shouted.

"Quiet, boy! You are disturbing the other guests."

"Sorry, Daddy."

I leaned close to his ear. "You will be, boy. That's a punishable offense."

Cameron froze, and I smirked as I clamped his other nipple. He whimpered but held in his cry this time.

I whispered "Good boy" in his ear before teasing his tortured nipples with my thumbs. He shook and moaned lowly as we watched the scene unfold.

Master had started swatting the boys on screen, taking turns for the first set of ten. Then he focused on one for the final ten before switching to the other. As someone who now had experience in impact play, that was the call I would've made. Teasing at first, warming them both up, then laying into them so they would really feel it.

As soon as it was over, Master ordered them to their feet, and one of the hottest makeout sessions I had ever seen commenced. Cameron was whimpering at my feet, his hand was playing with his bottom lip, and he was squirming on his knees. He had to be getting sore from staying in the same position—he didn't often get on his knees for me. I didn't need it, but it sure was hot now.

I unfolded a towel between my legs before pausing the video again. I was exceedingly thankful he had such a deep couch as I pressed against the back cushions. "Come up here, baby."

He glanced at me, his expression grateful, and I knew I'd read him correctly. He popped up, landing on the couch a little too harshly, his back to my front. He gasped when the plug jostled inside him.

"Careful, love. Don't hurt that sexy hole before I have a chance to destroy it."

His head whipped around to mine, and the combination of lust and love stole my breath. I couldn't help but break character to capture his lips with my own.

I pressed play without breaking our kiss, letting the sounds of the subs on the screen making out blend with our own, heating us up further. When one sub on the screen cried out as if in pain, we broke the kiss at the same time and turned our heads to watch.

The sub on the right was shaking, whimpering as he clearly tried to stave off an orgasm. The one on the left was smirking, his face red from beard burn, but then Master growled at him to get back on the bench, and the smile shot off his face.

After five swats with the crop—his red ass darkened further, and god, that was hot—the other sub was ordered onto the bench and received his ten. Then they popped back up to make out again.

We watched the cycle repeat, and the sub on the left seemed to win most of the rounds. The sub on the right was sobbing as he lay over the bench, as he'd received the most strikes. I continuously teased and tormented Cameron's nipples the whole time, whispering things like "you're so sexy on display for everyone here" and "every single person in this room is watching you hurt for me and getting turned on, baby" to keep him in the scene.

Master ordered both subs to their feet.

The boys returned to their submissive poses in front of the bench, facing the audience at a slight angle in deference to their Master, and then the bigger man spoke. "You have been good boys for me. You took your punishment well. However . . ." He stared at the boy who'd received far less swats than the other. "You seem to have gotten off easy." A devilish smirk was on his lips.

"But, Master! I won those fair and square!"

I shifted in my seat again, knowing his insolence would not go unpunished. I wrapped my arm around Cameron's chest and pulled him close to me until his ass was rubbing against my dick. He let out a sexy little moan that rumbled through both of us.

"You dare talk back to your Master?" the man on the screen asked.

The sub's eyes shot wide before he lowered his head. "No, Master. I'm sorry, Master."

He glared at the boy. "You will be."

Cameron and I both leaned forward, eagerly awaiting what would come next. A couple of stagehands dressed all in black brought a single spanking bench on camera, setting it in the middle of the stage sideways. I narrowed my eyes as I tried to guess what was coming next. I put it together the minute before Master spoke.

"You will climb up on this bench, boy, and you will take all the swats I give you. While you do that, you will be sucking your friend off. I don't stop until he comes, you hear me?"

My eyes shot to the face of the other sub, who was smiling through his tears. Deep down, I knew this whole thing was staged, but these guys were good.

"On the bench now, boy. Don't make me ask again, or you'll be very sorry."

The boy scrambled onto the bench, his arms and legs on the padded rests and his body laid out on the cushioned surface. This one had a cushion for his chin, and the other boy stepped in front of him, smiling. His jockstrap had disappeared off-camera not too long ago.

Master positioned himself behind the boy and tapped his tender ass. The sub on the bench cried out.

"Good, I want to make sure you feel this. Now use that tongue, boy. Get your friend nice and worked up until he fills your mouth."

Cameron clutched my knee, and I could feel the heat flowing off him. As we watched the scene play out just as described, I grabbed his hand, squeezing it in mine, then let it go to rub the tops of his thighs, grazing his dick with every pass, working him up. He had to be aching with those clamps still on his hard nipples, but I wanted to wait until the perfect time to take them off.

Soon.

By the time both boys on screen had come—a well-deserved blow job by his Master sent the sobbing boy on the bench flying barely a minute after the other boy had filled his mouth—and Master had pulled both boys down to a massive fluffy blanket the stagehands had dropped in front of the bench for some much-needed aftercare, Cameron was shaking. I turned him sideways so he could see me as I muted the TV, letting the video play out soundlessly.

"Did you like that, boy?"

"Yes, Daddy. That was so fucking hot. I want to come for you so bad."

"Hm, I think you have to earn it."

"But, Daddy!"

I raised an eyebrow at him. "Do you want to come today or not?"

"Sorry, Daddy. It won't happen again."

I smiled at him, easing the tension. I wanted this to be all fun for him. "Of course, it won't. Because you're Daddy's good boy, aren't you?" I patted his head for good measure.

As I'd predicted, Cameron blushed. "Yes, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy."

My grin widened. "Okay, then. Up."

With only a second's delay, presumably to let his mind catch up, Cameron jumped to his feet. I chuckled.

"Present yourself to me, boy."

"Yes, Daddy," he cooed before turning around, bending over, and spreading his cheeks wide. Fuck, that was hot.

I reached for the plug inside him, gripping the base. "Okay, boy. You will count aloud as I fuck you—we're going to thirty tonight. And you remember what to say at the end, correct?"

"Yes, Daddy. I say, ‘Thank you for fucking me.'"

I nodded. "Good boy. And remember, no coming. Now let's begin." I tugged on the base, pulling the plug out halfway before pushing it back in.

Cameron's "one" was breathy and delightful.

I sped up, and his count quickened with me, increasing in volume. He was nearly shouting when I got to twenty-eight, and I leaned in. "Just two more, boy. You can do this." Then I shoved those last two in hard, hitting him right where I knew would make him see stars and drawing out a sensual moan.

"Thirty . . . Daddy," he eked out between gasps. "Thank . . . you . . . Daddy."

"And what are you thanking me for?" I wanted to hear him say it in that breathy, seductive voice.

"Thank you . . . for . . . fucking me . . . Daddy."

I grinned as he collapsed in my lap, and I held him. My ass was tender from the plug, but I hugged him tight. I still couldn't believe this incredible man had chosen me.

When he'd caught his breath, I lifted him to standing. "Present."

His eyes shot wide, but he dutifully turned around, showing me his gorgeous ass once again.

"God, you're beautiful," I praised, caressing his round cheeks. Then I squeezed the right one as I leaned over so I could see his face. "Maybe I should redden it for you."

Cameron tensed beneath my hand then started squirming. "I think you need to, Daddy. I was very naughty."

My breath caught. Was he about to confess something, or was this part of the role play? Either way, I couldn't wait to find out. I released his ass and spun him to face me where I was still sitting on the couch. "Oh? How were you naughty, boy?"

Cameron bit his lower lip and blushed. "I'm sorry, Daddy. But when we went to the club yesterday"—okay, so this was role play—"I got myself off as I watched the spanking demonstration."

I put on my stern face, loving the turn this was taking. "You did?"

He nodded, the personification of contrition. "Yes, Daddy. When that Dom was spanking his sub with that paddle, I snuck my hand down my pants and jacked off."

I stood up, looking down at him and crossing my arms. "That was very naughty, boy. Did you have permission to come last night?"

Cameron's head was shaking. "No, Daddy."

"But you did it anyway?"

He nodded, his eyes downcast and sorrowful. Who knew my sexy Cameron was such an amazing actor? "Yes, Daddy. It was just so hot—I couldn't help it."

"I think you could've, but you didn't want to. You wanted to be punished, didn't you?"

"No, Daddy!"

I narrowed my eyes at him, and his widened before his shoulders dropped.

"Yes, Daddy, I'm sorry. I wanted you to spank me."

I nodded, considering my options. My hand alone wouldn't quite give the vibe I was going for.

But then I knew how to make this work. "Okay, boy, Daddy will give you the spanking you need." Then I leaned in, flashing that evil smirk I knew he secretly loved. "But you're not going to like it."

My boy gasped, and I breathed in the gush of air. "What are you going to do, Daddy?"

I straightened. "First, you will lean over that chair and present your ass to me and everyone here until I tell you otherwise. I have some things to do to prepare." I nodded to the chair next to the TV I'd set up earlier. This would work for the demonstration portion of our role-play evening.

Cameron's cheeks turned a bright red as if he really was being told to bare himself to a crowd. It was delicious. "Yes, Daddy." He hurried over to the chair, placing his hands on either side of the seat to brace himself.

"Arch that back, boy—show us that plug."

He did as instructed, pushing his gorgeous ass out further. I couldn't wait to light it up.

I just stared for a minute before retreating to the bedroom for my supplies.

When I returned, Cameron was still in place. I caressed his back gently and said, "Good boy. So good for your Daddy."

I couldn't see his face, but I swore I could feel him blush. "Thank you, Daddy."

Straightening, I set my supplies on the chair in front of him, where I knew he couldn't miss them. His gasp was thrilling.

"First, I'm going to trade out that plug. It's so big, it's got to be getting at least a little uncomfortable, so I'll give you a smaller one for your spanking. What do you say to that, boy?"

"Thank you, Daddy." His voice trembled, though, because he recognized that plug. It was the one that vibrated, and I'd already pocketed the remote. We hadn't gotten to play with it yet. This was gonna be amazing.

I tugged a little at the corded nipple clamps still torturing his nipples. "Then I'll unclamp those sexy nipples for you. That way, you can show off how red and sensitive they are to everyone here in the club, okay, boy? You'd like to show them off, wouldn't you?"

He shook before answering. "Yes, Daddy."

I tapped the last item I'd set on the chair. "Then Daddy's gonna use this paddle to redden that ass until you can't sit down for days."

His voice was small when he spoke. "Are you . . . is that plug going to be vibrating?"

I chuckled, keeping my voice low and dangerous. I hoped. "Oh, yes, boy. The whole time."

His hands gripped the chair's seat tighter, his knuckles turning white.

"After we're done, you'll stand in the corner with your red ass out to think about what you've done and show all the men here how naughty you were. I'll decide later if the plug will still be vibrating or not."

Cameron's sharp inhale made me grin.

But role play or not, I had to check in, so I leaned in close to his ear. "Color, boy?"

His sigh was light and heavenly. "Green, Daddy, so green."

I chuckled then moved down his body, reaching for the base of the plug in his ass. "Okay, baby, breathe while I take this out."

His ass released the plug slowly, but I was okay with taking all the time he needed. Building the anticipation for what was coming next was a bonus.

Once the plug was out, I snagged the lube from the coffee table I'd moved off to the side and prepared the vibrating one. It slipped in easily, as it was considerably smaller than the one he'd been wearing for the last hour or so, and it nestled beautifully inside him. I tapped the base once I was finished just to hear that intake of breath.

"Good boy. You took that so well for Daddy." After setting the old plug on a towel and wiping my hand off with another, I reached into my pocket for the remote. "Still green, baby?"

Cameron nodded, his breathing labored. "Yes, Daddy. Still green."

Without hesitation, I turned on the plug, quickly cycling through to its most intense setting. Cameron yelped, jolting forward as if trying to get away from the sensation but clearly not succeeding.

I chuckled. "How's it feel, baby?"

He moaned loudly, indulgently. "Like my ass is going to . . . to . . ." He trailed off, and I saw his body arch before he cried out, tensing. He collapsed to his knees, his upper body wrapped around the chair.

Then he was sobbing. "Oh, Daddy, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to come without permission. I just . . . I've never felt anything like that before! It hit me in just the right spot, and . . . I'm . . . I'm so sorry, Daddy!"

I never wanted him to feel as though he'd actually gotten in real trouble when we were playing—our dynamic was supposed to be fun for him and give him what he needed. He couldn't help this one, and I wasn't going to punish him for it. So I switched off the plug and dropped to my knees beside him, wrapping an arm around him and whispering soothing words in his ear. "Shh, baby, it's okay. I'm not going to punish you for this. That was an experiment, something we'd never done before. I wouldn't expect you not to come when we didn't know how you'd react to this."

He sobbed harder, turning into me so I could wrap both arms around him.

"I'm calling yellow." His eyes shot to mine. "Baby, it's okay, really. We don't even have to finish the scene if you don't want to. I mean, that was fucking hot. You came almost instantly from that."

Cameron pushed back to catch my gaze, his cheeks flushing, his cries quieting. "It was really hot, Daddy."

I kissed his lips. "God, baby, you're so perfect for me."

He frowned. "But I came without your permission. I wanted to finish that scene, Daddy. I still do."

I nodded, grinning. "Well, one of the best things about being a trans man is . . . ?"

His face lit up with a smile. "Multiple orgasms!"

We laughed together before I spoke. "Yes, baby. And I think you have a few more in you tonight. You up for trying the scene with the plug turned on?"

Cameron hesitated for a moment, clearly considering it, then he nodded. "Yes."

"Good boy." I smiled at him, kissing his forehead. "And if you come again, we'll just keep going until your punishment is over."

He grinned, and it lit up my world.

"Just to be clear, I'm not punishing you for coming tonight—this is all a sexy fantasy."

He pulled me close, planting a kiss on my lips before pulling back to speak. "No, the books I write are sexy fantasies—this is real."

I leaned in to kiss his lips. "Yes, baby, it is. You and me—we're real. Always."

***

Cameron came three more times as I spanked his ass with that paddle, the plug vibrating in his hole and his unclamped nipples hard and incredibly sensitive. I stopped spanking him every once in a while to play with those sexy nipples, making him groan and lean into the sensation even though I knew it was painful. I still couldn't believe he loved taking pain as much as I loved dishing it out.

After I stripped and took his ass as he bent over that chair, our joining as perfect and complete as if it had been my own bio dick inside him, I had him remove my plug, then he put the living room back to rights as I sanitized our toys.

The rest of the weekend was chill. After waking up and helping Cameron with his shot—last week was the only time I'd missed it since he'd asked me to help, and I'd mourned it—we ordered pizza, watched movies, and laughed more than I think we ever had. Without the cloud of our time apart and everything that had preceded it hanging over us, I felt so much lighter. I think we both did.

I hadn't even realized that heaviness had been there until it was gone.

Worn out from our multiple rounds of make-up sex, we readied for bed then fell into each other's arms on Saturday night, not needing any more orgasms for the time being. I was content to hold him as we slept, our legs tangled up together, his head on my unbound chest.

While we were apart, I'd gotten the call that my top surgery was scheduled for next month. I'd worried then that Cameron might not have been there for it, but my concern was not that he wouldn't take care of me while I recovered—I knew Alex would've stepped in if needed. No, I was more worried that I'd never get the chance to finally show him more of my true self, of me being more comfortable in my own body.

Now, I didn't have to worry. Because I knew he'd be there every step of the way.

I drifted off to sleep, a smile on my face at how happy he was going to be for me.

***

I woke to the smell of coffee, something subtly sweet, and a cold bed. I furrowed my brow, touching Cameron's pillow as if it would make the man materialize. Unsurprisingly, it didn't work.

I pulled on my discarded boxer briefs—we'd discovered we liked sleeping naked together best a month or so ago—and headed out to the kitchen to find the man I loved.

Coffee was still brewing, but my barely clothed lover was hard at work on the counter opposite the coffeemaker, stirring something that looked delicious. I spied some covered dough sitting on the stovetop as well as a whiff of cinnamon and sugar, and I started salivating for more than one reason.

I came up behind my sexy Cameron, wrapping my arms around him and kissing his neck, and he melted into my embrace.

"Morning, Daddy." He turned his head to find my lips, and of course I obliged him.

"Morning, my beautiful boy," I replied, the scents getting stronger as he stirred. "What smells so good?"

Cameron grinned. "Well, I always give myself a treat when I finish a book. So I'm making homemade cinnamon rolls for breakfast. And we're celebrating something else, too." His cheeks flushed, and my curiosity piqued. "I made an appointment with my therapist for next week. It's well past time to deal with my shit."

My eyes shot wide as I wrapped my arms around his waist and kissed his hair. "Oh, Cameron, that's amazing! I'm so proud of you."

He giggled in my arms, leaning back to look up at me. "Thank you, Daddy."

I released him so he could return to his stirring, then I stepped back to pour myself a cup of coffee, adding a bit of milk but leaving out the hot cocoa mix I usually used to make my homemade mochas since I knew a sugar rush was coming. I leaned against the counter by the coffeemaker as I sipped it, and I didn't mind spying Cameron's still-pink ass sticking out of the bottom of his favorite oversized T-shirt. I loved that he donned a T-shirt and nothing else while I slept in on the weekends.

"I'm really so proud of you, baby," I mused, "and I think we have a lot to celebrate. You finished your book, we got back together, you're going back to therapy, I have top surgery scheduled for next month—"

"What?!" Cameron squealed, spinning around to face me, stirring spoon still in his hand. "Seriously, baby? That's amazing!" He shook his hips, dancing in place in the most adorkable dance I'd ever seen.

I set my mug down and reached for him, taking the spoon from him to put it back in the bowl before he made a sticky mess on the floor then tugging him into my arms and dancing along with him. "Yes—I just found out a few days ago." I leaned in to steal a kiss, his lips parting for me as soon as our mouths connected. My arms tightened around him as I pulled him into me, melting into the kiss. This beautiful, gorgeous man was mine.

Cameron pulled back first, looking up into my eyes. "I know how long you've been waiting for this, Sam. I'm so happy for you! Of course, I'll be the best nurse ever."

I raised an eyebrow at him. "Really?" I hadn't doubted he would, but it was nice to hear nonetheless.

He was nodding repeatedly, his eyes playful. "Yes. And since you'll need to stay here to recover, you'll need to move in. And then maybe just stay."

I froze. Did he . . . ? Blinking myself out of my stupor, I asked, "Uh, did you just ask me to move in with you?"

Cameron's smile turned shy. "Yes, Daddy. You hate your place anyway, and I want to be with you forever. Moving in seems like the next logical step. Don't you agree?"

I nipped at his bottom lip, and he yelped, jumping in my arms. "You have the best ideas, baby." I scanned his face one last time, though, just to confirm. "You're sure you want this?"

His smile lit up my world. "More than anything, Sam. We can get you settled in before your surgery so everything is ready for your recovery."

Tears welled in my eyes yet again. "Baby, do you know how much I love you?"

Cameron stepped backward, pulling me with him as he shook his head. "No, how much?"

I let him lead me down the hallway to his—our—bedroom. "As much as my heart can hold and then some. I'll love you now and forever, because you're it for me, baby. You've made me so happy, and I can't wait to spend the rest of our lives showing you how much better my life is because you're in it."

Cameron, my boy, the man I loved, fell back on our bed, pulling me down on top of him. Just before our lips touched, he smiled so beautifully that I fell in love with him all over again. "I love you, Sam. Daddy. S.M.C. You're my heart, my soul, my safe place, and I can't wait to spend my life with you. I'm yours forever, Daddy. Always."

I captured his lips again and didn't stop until we were both writhing and moaning in each other's arms.

The cinnamon rolls could wait.